Frost And Flame

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A/N Sorry it took so long, midterms + I was sick + I'm an aunt again (poggers) + excessive homework + car issues are not poggers + Brief stent of writers block + I don't want this story to end bUT HERE WE GO

As we push through the door, fear and relief mix inside of me. It was the last one, and if he wasn't here then we would have lost so much for practically nothing. But there he is. The embodiment of evil himself, Silver. Its enough to almost paralyze me but I wont allow for it. Not right now. Because he is here and there are spikes of ice actively flinging at us like that one castle scene in frozen. I duck behind a giant shelf and try to survey the room. Silver, of course, is here. Towards the back and he is holding the wrist of an all too familiar figure. Its frank. I'm glad he's alive, and while I've seen better, he could definitely be worse right now too. Its hard to tell from a distance, but it looks like his hair is longer then the last I saw him. His skin is paler with much darker spots, possibly frostbite but hopefully just bruises. I only knew the guy for a short while but he feels like a friend. I will do everything in my power to get him out of here, alive.

The towering shelves surround me on all sides but none are too close to silver. So I only have cover for so long. But i could use this to get close. As I'm considering how difficult they might be to tip for a distraction, something comes flying outta nowhere and tackles me to the ground. Its a man with glasses and red hair. He starts punching me in the face, and I am easily able to flip him off of me. He's light as a feather and has just about the same amount of muscle mass.

"Stanley, what are you doing?" Silver asks. Amid the noise of the room, you would think he'd have to yell but there's something chilling about his voice that pierces through it all without having to be raised. I look to the nerd on the ground, could this be Stanley? I assume so. And suddenly, I have an idea.

~~Franks Perspective~~

grimacing through the pain, I watch as Stewart is easily fought off by a figure in black. Should've known he wouldn't last. If I wasn't in so much pain that I couldn't stand, I might have even laughed at how easy. Silver sighs, annoyed before launching another spike of ice towards a group of three who were charging at us. two were flung back but one was impaled on it, their body hanging limply in the air. I look away, not wanting to see the bloodshed that's slowly filling the room

"Stanley, what are you doing?" Silvers voice comes coldly, cutting through the panic and noise in the room. To anyone else, it might sound annoyed, but I've been here enough to know that he is angry. VERY angry. For leaving his side? For being so easily stopped? The reason isn't clear and maybe its because the pain fogging my head. But what I do know, is that nobody is safe here. Not right now. Silver is seconds away from a massacre.

"If you want your chore boy back, then you're going to send Fahrenheit over here" comes a familiar voice as the person who slipped Solomon onto his back stands him up and begins to walk forwards.

"JENNY?" I cry out, realizing this makes her a target all too quickly but just too late. Silvers eyes gleam. If it weren't for her using Sawyer as a human shield, then he would have killed her by now. Silver lets out a slow breath and I watch the air cloud up. His grip loosens on my wrist and I take a deep breath, calming myself down. The room has gone silent. I look around again and count the bodies. 3 are dead, for certain. Impaled or even one is ripped apart. I see four figures on the ground, not moving. Potentially dead but maybe just unconscious. Anything to keep my mind off Jenny, in danger, in front of me.

My thoughts are racing. She actually came?? Is Slade here? Is he on the ground? Or pinned to a wall with a spike? My mind wont stop as she walks slowly forwards.

"Stanley, you know your life is nothing compared to my own. Right?" Silver asks with a low hum and I tense even more. His grip tightens and i realize what he's doing.

"Look ou-" I begin to shout as silver launches the biggest spike forwards, passing through both Stanley and Jenny.

"NO!" I yell and try to writhe away from my captor. I wont let her die. Not for me, not by silvers hands. This is all my fault...

Stanley takes his stupid mist form and steps out of it all. Through her loosened grip and past the spike. He's fine. But she is barely moving. No no no nononono it wasn't supposed to go this way. They were supposed to win. Silver should be locked away for life or dead. I should be able to leave and just mind my own business forever and never have to deal with any of this again. A single tear rolls down my cheek. I hate this. I hate him. I hate everything.

My vision goes red as I turn to Silver with fury in my heart, jumping up to kick him in the chest despite him grasping my wrists. It surprises him and forces him to let go. That's all I needed. now I burn. I burn through my hands and arms and I swing at him. The cuffs I had broken earlier come apart easily and I launch a volley of attacks. I just need to buy enough time for everyone else to get in on this. Silver tries to grab me but I wont stop until this is over, one way or another. I pull from his grasp and pound him so hard that he begins to bleed. A bloody lip, a bloody nose. Red marks across his skin that should turn ugly and purple and brown and green as bruises. Im on top of him, wailing at him with everything. He took away my freedom. He hurt me. He hunted me down for months. I will never forgive him, nor should I. But this feels like a step towards recovery on my side.

PUNCH! That's for my life on the run

PUNCH! That's for torturing me

SMASH! That one is for kidnapping people

POW! This is for experimenting on innocent people

PUNCH! This is for everyone you have killed

KA-POW! This is for Jenny

It feels so liberating to finally hurt him back that I didn't even notice until it was too late. He grabs my thigh and I scream as ice spreads up my leg and down it. I cant feel it! He moves his second hand to my neck and then the first follows. An ice dome surrounds us as all the agents in black close in.

"You'll pay for this, Frank. If you want to survive the night though, you'll cooperate. And if you don't, then fine. I don't need you more than anyone else. I will kill them all with or without you" He sneers and drops me. So cold... I cant even move but I can watch through slightly blurred vision as he begins to methodically take down the figures in black through the glass-like walls of the dome. No... I want to cry, to scream. I want to do SOMETHING, even something useless. But I cant move. I'm useless.